Greetings went around and next up was choosing from the gourmet seafood entrées that were available.
“Lobster!” Edward announced.
“The cockroach of the sea!” Celia warned him.
“I’ll take my chances.”
“New England scrod—with the best buttery crumb topping known to man? I must try that!” Chloe announced.
“Hey, did you know that they’re having a cooking class tomorrow?” Celia asked. “Don’t worry, Edward, it’s not during my class time. And Amelia and I are in. Chloe, you should come and take that class with us! Oh, um, you, too, Sally!” she added politely.
Sally smiled, but Wes thought she knew that Celia didn’t really care if she opted in or not—she wasn’t young and up and coming.
“Oh, I’ve done my share of cooking,” Sally said. “I’m thinking about lying around the adults-only pool, maybe hopping in and out of the whirlpool. What do you think you’ll be up to, Edward?” she asked.
“Lounging around!” Edward said, smiling at her.
Sally might have had him by a few years, but it was evident he returned her feelings. They had something. Maybe just friendship. He didn’t know.
And who the hell was he to judge?
So long as she isn’t a killer—the only thing that really matters on this cruise!
“So, how was lunch in Montego Bay?” Wes asked, looking from Edward and George to Amelia and Sally. “Good, I’m assuming.”
“Charming! We had the sweetest waitress ever!” Sally said. “Jamaicans are truly nice people!”
Edward laughed. “Well, for the most part, Jamaicans are nice people! No matter where you go, people are human beings and we’re all a bit different, right? Still, a truly charming lunch was had by all. Right, George?”
“I enjoyed it very much,” George said.
“Amelia?” Chloe asked lightly.
“Um, yeah. It was fine. I guess I’d been hoping to get a little more done with Edward on the business side of things—” Amelia began.
“Business!” Edward groaned. “Amelia, I’m—we, all of us at Milestones—are so grateful to all of you for being on the cruise, for talking to people, helping, giving so much! But, come on, sometimes, we need to let it go. And I told you, I’m not the one in charge of the promo media department. You need to speak with Jonathan Martin about that.”
“Right, right, I’m sorry, so sorry!” Amelia said. “Lobster! Cockroach of the sea! Sounds delicious to me. I’m rhyming here, but, seriously, lobster? It’s delicious!”
Amelia was good, quick to joke and join in the flow. But Wes couldn’t help but feel a sense of frustration again.
It seemed that they had cleared only one of their six suspects—and had they really cleared him?
All of their questions just led to more questions rather than answers.
“So, how was the day at Dunn’s River Falls?” Edward asked. “Well, of course, other than Celia getting her little boo-boo!”
“The falls are absolutely beautiful. It was a great day!” Chloe assured him. “Well, we managed to miss lunch, which, in my mind, is going to make dinner all the more delicious!”
His partner leaned close to him, smiling, her face just inches from his own.
“That’s what we’ve decided. Right, my love?” she asked.
He looked around at the others, grinning. “As she wishes. Always!”
“Ouch! We share in the same wishes! Always,” Chloe protested.
Jeff groaned. “No, no, no, the answer to a happy marriageis always making sure that the Buttercup bride gets what she wishes! Isn’t that right, dear?” he asked Celia.
